Page 285 of Shadowman
Craving that first, most satisfyingpushinto heaven—or maybe hell, based on how scorching hot it was—I moved my hips just a bit, all too ready to get in him and fuck. But before I could, my orgasm rushed to the surface, and I was coming.Hard.
Shuddering and breathless, I pressed the head of my dick into his hole, just enough to pulse cum inside, because I wanted to leave my mark. And he opened up for me. Wanting it,takingit. He let me feed my cum into his perfect little hole, whimpering the sounds of his own crippling pleasure into the bed while I quaked in blissful agony behind him.
By the time I was done, tears were streaming down my cheeks.
Like a resurrection, he’d brought me back to life.
Michelangelo… Ihad himagain, if only for a moment… Kissed by warped reality in the shadows of the dungeon.
I don’t remember much after that… But I woke up the next morning back in my cell. In my bed, alone, groggy and confused. And I still have no idea how I got there.
I don’t know if The Ivory returned to bring me back…
I don’t know if he was there all along, watching me do those things with who I now know was Dash,notMichelangelo.
I know nothing of his intentions, or why he made that happen. Why he forced me to use yet another friend as a proxy to mend my battered heart…
All I know is that I awoke with the taste of carnal deception, and wintergreen, lingering on my tongue.
Ihate myself.
That’s what this all comes down to.
I’m an awful, terrible, atrocious bloody bastard of the highest degree.
Stalking through the mansion, I’m like a ghost. An evil spirit, slinking around corners unseen, pausing in the shadows while cartel men rush about, sparing me not one glance.
Holding on to painful truths with white knuckles, because I’m nothing but wicked, and I don’t know how to be anything more.
“You did the right thing,”Leo says while we head down to the dungeon.“I know it doesn’t feel like it, but it’s for the best. Byron—”
“You don’t get to say his name!” I snap. “You don’t want me to be with him anyway, isn’t that right?? You think I should be alone forever… That’s why you’ve convinced me that lying to him is therightthing to do…”
“Trevel,”he breathes my name, sounding too much likeme. Not him.This isme, and Ihatemyself.“You and I both know it was your choice to lie to him…”
“Fuck you,” I spit, sniffling and whimpering with tears welling in my eyes.
I can’t stop seeing it… Byron and his friend, clutching another while they sputtered and cried over the loss of their friends. Their friends who are very muchalive…
And I could have told them. Ishouldhave.
I could have easily spared them the heartache of thinking people they care about enough to grieve so palpably died tragically at the hands of this bloody island and that life-altering storm. But I didn’t.
Because I’m a monster.
A selfish, pathetic, terrified little boy, clutching a weathered teddy bear to his chest.
In the dimly lit concrete chamber that is the Ivory Mansion’s basement, I look around for any sign of Dr. Love, wandering through the darkness, past the decaying bodies. Fortunately, it’s freezing down here, which has delayed decomposition quite a bit. The smell hasn’t become unbearable just yet. But it’s certainlypresent.
The stench of death brings up so many emotions inside of me. From the past, present, and future…
Born this way.
Inevitable.
You’re a killer, Trevel. You always will be.
You can’t fight it, and there’s no need to…
